Friday Fictioneers – 13.3.13

No milk was spilled when these lilies were placed for the last time, only tears of happiness and respect.

Outside, the evening dwindled into more neon sickness as she lined them up again, twisting the blooms into the perfect trinity of Hope, Innocence and Purity as she always did. She winced… had done.

At this thought, release pushed forward, wet and burning behind her eyes and, though it was the last thing she wanted to acknowledge, her separation was begun despite the fury that now began to build inside her heart, threatening to dash the flowers to the disinfectant heavy floor…

”Outside, the evening dwindled into more neon sickness as she lined them up again, twisting the blooms into the perfect trinity of Hope, Innocence and Purity as she always did. She winced… had done.”
what a powerful paragraph….!